Òyì nke e mepụtara

Kadiliman recoiled, terrified. The shadows around him shrieked and scattered into the wind. With a final glance at the glowing young hero, the villain fled down the mountainside, never to return. Isagani stood tall, breathing in the crisp mountain air. The sacred Baybayin book was safe, and its wisdom would remain with the people, shining bright for generations to come.